Memory Of You Ao3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Alessio, what has fucking gotten into you?!" "You!" He bellowed, just as angry as her now. "It's fucking you!" He stated with such anger and loathing she was taken aback, freezing in her spot. "You've tainted every fucking memory I have! No matter what I remember – I remember you! It doesn't matter how far back I go – you're fucking there! Years before I even met you, even in childhood memories when you weren't even fucking born, I remember you." He exclaimed in frustration, gripping his hair. "I remember you not because you were there at the time but because they are memories I've shared with you, or they're memories that remind me of a feeling you once gave me."

Love. A hand holding hers. A child’s laughter. A man’s voice saying: “I choose you.” Sophia smiled. She whispered: “I’m Sophia.” The darkness shook. The Author’s voice became angry. “How?” Sophia answered: “Because I remember how I feel.” Memory Is Not the Same as a Story Sophia discovered something. The Author could erase memories. But he couldn’t erase meaning. He could rewrite events. He could change names. He could destroy worlds. But he couldn’t completely erase the emotional connections created by those experiences.

She was lying beside me. I reached for her instinctively. The moment I touched her, a strange warmth filled my chest. Evelyn noticed. “No.” Her smile disappeared. “That’s impossible.” Victor looked at the system. “What happened?” The screen changed. PERSONAL MEMORY: 0%. Then: EMOTIONAL MEMORY: ACTIVE. I frowned. “What does that mean?” Elias answered. “You forgot the events.” He looked at Lucien. “But not what they made you feel.” Lucien’s eyes filled with tears.

JADE MEDREX POV: It's been four months since the anonymous person started to bother me, he stopped but again came back sending flowers. Javen was so furious about this person. I'm worried that Javen could kill this person when he found out who he is. I can't imagine what will happen when that time comes. GOSH! I hope he stopped now. I can not remember anyone from the past that I had met or knew anyone, even maybe cousins or best friends I can not remember at all. I only remember my Dad from the past and I still remember the face of the person who caused my mental disability before if I see her, maybe?

I collapsed in the corner, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down my neck. But I didn't rest. I couldn't. If I didn't find a way to trigger a real memory in Zane, I wouldn't survive the trial. And he wouldn't survive the leash. I dragged myself to the wall and started carving. Not a count this time, but a rune - a memory rune. I saw a symbol in a forbidden book. It was used on warriors to make them remember important moments. If it works... and if he sees it... He might remember our first kiss, the way he pushed me against the wall, and the way he whispered "mine".

Out of habit, I push to enter her mind and I'm met with unrelenting resistance. She, on the other hand, takes advantage of the new link between us and begins racing through my mind, like a wolf running through the forest. I’m almost too slow to slam the door on the parts of my mind I don’t want her in; the loss of the Brenners, Theo, Samara, the overwhelming grief that still haunts me to this day. One by one, I slam those doors shut just as she’s about to blast through the memories.

Triple J suddenly paused, he couldn’t remember the scene anymore. “Wait, I remembered!” he muttered. “I mean, it was there one minute and now it is gone, believe me sister, I really did remember something.” He said in panic. “It is alright, I am glad that your memory is slowly returning. Maybe coming out here really did help you, but now it is time to go home, and throw away that yogurt.” Rebecca uttered as she walked away to get changed out of the bikini. Triple J stood there trying to make the memory return, how did he remember and forget so soon? The scene was playing vividly in his head one minute and it was gone in the next.

Before this table. Something I don’t yet understand, but that my body recognizes. And that look. That look she gives me unwittingly. Like a burn. Like a memory. A flash runs through me. A dim light. Rumpled sheets. Warm skin. A name whispered in the shadows. But everything is blurry. Distant. Like drowned underwater. I furrow my brows. Why is this memory so blurry? Why is it coming back now? Lucas breaks the moment. — And your car, Alexandre? How are you recovering from your accident two months ago?

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through it until it passed. When I opened them again, Aiden was watching me carefully. “You okay?” “I think so.” I mumbled, letting my breath out. He pulled the chair closer and sat beside the bed. His knee accidentally brushed mine and that simple contact grounded me. “I keep getting these… moments,” I admitted. “Like my brain is leaking memories.” He reached for my hand. He didn’t squeeze, just held it softly. “That’s normal.” I studied our joined fingers. “I remembered Sofia today.”

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.